Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Huge amounts of UPG here, read my Disclaimer post for more clarity. I’m not and never have been a Heathen, or involved in Norse Paganism of any kind. I have, however, always had an enormous fascination for the mythology, history, and culture of Scandinavia… Continue Reading “Inspired by Loki”
I’ve been a bit quieter in here over the last few months, mostly because I’ve been busy finishing off my latest project. Here’s a sneak peek, more to come soon, look out for excerpts and a publication date in the next few weeks!
I need to take inspiration From the one year old She is a joy storm Crashing delight Like waves against My sinking ship Lightning smiles Hurricane howling laughter My stress My tears My depression Feel worthless In the sight Of her happiness I want… Continue Reading “Intermittent Cloud, Some Showers”
Creaking like a ship at sea Sails rattling and flapping Snapping in a stiff Ocean breeze Salt in the wounds Groaning, moaning, Straining to rise Rise above the decks Like a looming wave; I only trickle gently Towards the final shore.
Who could take a piece of straw And build a house A home A hearth Of heart and bone Then live alone No love No joy; No distractions. This straw was not the short one.
Wandering, feet finding their own way Over treacherous stones Sucking mud puddles Velvet grass, chomped short By sheep. The wood, the fields, the ditches Are my pathways To walk without interference From my unruly mind. These shoes have seen a lot Fights, nights out,… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day Three: Sacred Crossroads”
Just because something isn’t a big deal to you, doesn’t mean it isn’t a big deal to someone else. If someone tells you something is bothering them, listen. It’s completely okay to not understand. It’s not okay to belittle their emotions. If someone snaps,… Continue Reading “Big Deal”
8pm tonight, Wyldwood Radio. An interview and a bit of music too! Enjoy. https://wyldwood.org/radio/
Chickens on a spit held by supports emerging out of twin vortexes roasting over a stylised fire. Why? No idea, I’m afraid.